I feel a tear stream down my facesaying goodbye was so hardyou don't know i wouldn't come backMy backpack is stuffed with old and broken dreamsthings i wanted to dothings i wanted to beand things i didn't tell youall my lies about himall my secrets about the depression or the cuts

i will be on the next traini don't know where i would endi don't know what i would dojust to leave everything behindjust to be alonejust to start a new life